“My belt. Take it off,” he says, and I have to bite down on my lower lip so that I don’t snap back at him. Christ, what’s happening to me? And why am I growing so wet? My thong is already drenched and sticking to my skin, eager to please the man towering over me.
“Why should I do what you say?” I finally manage to say, looking into his eyes.
“You’ll do what I say,” he responds, a grin dawning on his face. “Because if you do it, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be ruined for other men.” How can I possibly respond to that? I’m not one to run away from a challenge… And now he has me curious. Very, very curious. If he’s half as good as Liam, this is already worth the price of admission.
“I’ll obey…” I tell him, licking my lips seductively. “But you better keep your end of the bargain.”
“You already know my track record, Vivian. I don’t break promises. Ever.” That remains to be seen, but the tone of his voice exudes confidence. He really believes what he’s saying… And I’d bet a full year’s salary and my favorite purse on the fact that he knows how to walk the talk.
Not taking my eyes off of his, I reach for his belt and unbuckle it, then pull it out from its loops. I throw it down on the floor hurriedly and wait for his next command. “Go on,” he simply tells me, and my fingers move as if they have a mind of their own. I unbutton his pants eagerly, his cock tenting his tight boxer briefs. My eyes immediately dart to his long and thick shape, widening at the sight. God, I don’t know if he’s as good as Liam, but he sure as hell seems as big as him. No wonder these two are butting heads... These guys must have so much testosterone raging through their veins that it’s almost a wonder they can hold office. They were born in the wrong era—they should be Vikings and Kings, pillaging and plundering… They could pillage my house any time they wanted to, I’d be sure to be waiting for them.
Gulping, I hook my fingers on the hem of his boxers and tug them down, sending both pants and boxers flying to his ankles. My hands on his naked thighs, I look up to him, expectantly. He doesn’t say a word; he simply grabs his own cock, pushing it down and pointing it straight at my mouth. Moving his hips forward, he brushes his glans against my parted lips. I let my tongue out, scooping the few drops of precum glistening on his tip.
“You want it bad, don’t you?” he asks me, almost as if he’s taking as much pleasure from having his cock on my lips as he is from teasing me. But it’s true; I do want his cock. I want to feel it inside my mouth, to measure it with my tongue and feeling it pushing against the back of my throat. I want to let him fuck my mouth so that I can imagine how it’s going to be like when he’s between my thighs, ravaging my soaking wet pussy.
“I do… I want it bad,” I finally say. This time I’m not saying it to please him. I’m saying it because it’s the truth. I want his cock so much that I feel my heart tight inside my chest, aching and anxious. “Give it to me,” I ask him, anticipation taking hold of me. He tilts his head slightly, looking down at me with that devilish smile on hips, almost as if he’s waiting for me to continue speaking. Then, I finally do it. “Please,” I add. It’s the magic word; the moment I utter it, he tangles his fingers in my hair, keeping my head in place as he pushes his massive cock between my lips and over my tongue, sliding it all the way in. He only stops when my lips are touching the skin around the base of his cock, my eyes locked on his. There’s hunger in his eyes; I can only imagine how much he wants to fuck me after seeing me like this, down on my knees with his cock deep inside my mouth.
“Good girl,” he says, sliding his cock out. Still keeping my head in place, he starts moving his hips back and forth, his cock moving at a steady growing rhythm. It doesn’t take long for him to be fucking my mouth eagerly, the wet sound of it coming and going making me grow even wetter. Swear to God, I used to be such a decent woman… I don’t know what it is with guys like Liam and Carter, but they bring out the worst—or should I say best?—in me.
Eventually, Carter stops moving and allows me to take some control. I start bobbing my head back and forth, eagerly running my lips up and down his shaft. With one hand, I caress his heavy balls, feeling how big they are; like Liam, everything in Carter is plus-sized. Hey, I’m not complaining. Oh, no, far from it.
Popping his cock out of my mouth, I let my tongue roam free over his shaft, and I go all the way down to his balls. Tilting my head sideway, I press my lips around them, sucking one in. Rolling it around my mouth, I open wide and suck the other one in, almost struggling to get it inside. Satisfied, I go back from where I came, my tongue hiking all the way up his shaft.